The Legendary Demon Hunter’s Cursed Brother Chapter 3: Ch 3 - Study Trip

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Learning at the Secondary Institute was manageable. Evan had to dust off knowledge he had long forgotten, but he could still keep up with the regular classes. The real headache came from subjects unique to Nova Terra, such as Basic Monster Knowledge and Tower History. His classmates had spent years learning about those topics, while he was starting from scratch. He had read plenty of stories about gates and Awakeners, but none had bothered explaining monster anatomy or what civilians were actually supposed to do when monsters appeared. Since the System refused to be helpful, he would have to memorize everything the hard way while also figuring out how the original Evan had behaved. That worried him far more than the classes themselves. If Reid noticed something was off, he would start asking questions. And if Evan's suspicion was correct and Reid really was Reuel, then "my little brother got replaced by another soul" sounded suspiciously close to demonic possession. Evan had no desire to experience the Legendary Demon Hunter's exorcism firsthand. It wasn't as though he could simply give up, either. Judging from the report cards and neatly completed assignments he had found, the original Evan was an excellent student. A sudden drop in grades would be impossible to explain. Evan pinched the bridge of his nose. "What has you looking so miserable today?" the girl at the desk beside him whispered. She had long, straight hair held back with a headband and light brown eyes. Glittering polish covered her neatly trimmed nails. A quick glance at her name tag reminded him who she was. Zhao Yuyan. From the messages on his phone, the two seemed to be fairly close friends. "It's nothing," Evan said. "I don't buy that." Yuyan tilted her head. "Is your brother fussing over you again because of today's study trip to the Outskirts?" Evan nearly stiffened. A study trip? He had checked the timetable before leaving home. He had even looked through the calendar app on his phone. Neither had mentioned anything about going to the Outskirts. A knot formed in his stomach. Routine events had a terrible track record in transmigration stories. School excursions, festivals, entrance exams... somehow they always spiraled into disasters. Evan had no evidence that the same would happen here, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this outing was going to go horribly wrong. Could he refuse to go? Probably not. Skipping a school trip without a convincing reason would only attract attention from his teachers and classmates, and more importantly, from Reid. The original Evan would likely have gone without complaint. Drawing suspicion now was the last thing he wanted. With no better option, Evan could only brace himself and hope that whatever inevitable catastrophe awaited him would at least be kind enough to leave him alive. Classes ended at eleven, and the students gathered outside to board the waiting bus. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but as Evan climbed aboard, he began to notice details that suggested otherwise. The seams along the exterior panels were too thick, the windows were divided into narrow panes of reinforced glass, and the seats were bolted firmly to the floor. The sight of how sturdy the vehicle looked eased his nerves slightly. At the very least, if something attacked them on the road, they probably would not die immediately. Evan claimed the aisle, reasoning it would give him the best chance to make a quick escape if things went south. Yuyan slid into the window spot beside him, while a dark-skinned boy with short curls occupied the middle. Marcus Reed, Evan recalled after reading the name on his tag. He was another of his other self's close friends. “Dang,” Marcus groaned. “Couldn't they have skipped the morning classes today? We could’ve spent way more time outside.” Yuyan rolled her eyes. “For someone whose grades are barely staying out of the red, you should probably spend more time in class.” “It’s not my fault the lessons are borin